'Because I Once Wanted to Die, I'm Grateful to Live'
Because my father died when I was 29, I finally understood my mother’s loss of both of her parents at the age of 19.
Because my family broke when we buried my father, I came to appreciate those connections that remain for the precious gifts they truly are.
Because I hated the girl/teenager/woman looking back at me from the other side of the mirror until recently, I tell my daughter she is healthy and strong before I tell her she is beautiful.
Because I grew up knowing I was the reason my parent’s got married, I wrote my daughter a story about wishing her true.
Because every time I thought “He’s the One” and I was wrong, I said “I do” to the right man.
Because I was ashamed of my kinky curls, I silence my first thoughts and simply respond with a “thank you, baby,” every time my daughter tells me my hair is pretty.
Because I was left standing on my front porch waiting for my friends to pick me up for senior homecoming, I learned the importance of holding my head high.
Because I once wanted to die, I am grateful to live.
Because I still have dreams to make a reality, I wake up with a reason to try harder.
Because of yesterday, I have today.
This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, “On Raising Wonder Woman: Reflections, Perceptions, & Well-Placed F-Bombs, due in 2016.
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